What if Adam continued watching your videos? (Patreon)

Here's a what if smut scenario that came from the suggestions I got!

What would happen if Adam continued watching your videos in chapter 1 and actually masterbated?

Here's kind of the answer (I might do a rewrite) below!

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Without thinking, and too absorbed in his thoughts, he scrolls downward until he lands on your videos.

He almost snaps his phone in fucking half.

The video he's landed on gives a little "preview" of what the contents contain, which is you lying in bed modeling a very revealing cosplay with your legs spread open.

It's like you're mocking him with your eyes. Taunting him and his newfound hunger by beckoning him forward, similar to how you did in his dreams.

He squirms in his seat as you lick your lips.

He can still taste your tongue from the day before as it thrust into his mouth without mercy.

The fact that he knows what you taste like drives him crazy like nothing else has before.

Fuck.

His pants, despite the fact that they're jogger pants, just got a lot tighter.

There's a split second where he almost slams his phone down on the stand beside him.

He really needs to put it down.

Right now-

But your hands are quicker than he can think, his brain already rattled from the sight of you.

Your fingers dip between your thighs.

Your legs spread wider and you arch your back.

His thumb slips.

Or maybe he clicks the video on purpose.

He doesn't know. His brain seems to have a hard time functioning properly whenever you're involved. And…

Fuck.

He has to bite into his knuckles so hard that they start bleeding after the video starts to play and your breathy sighs fill the hotel room.

He's shaking.

Ngh. Fuck.

Adam watches as you touch yourself, your fingers slipping beneath the costume you're wearing, your hands moving beneath the fabric in an erotic showcase just for the viewer.

His breath goes ragged as you flex your hips, your legs spreading wider as he sees the fabric becoming wet, hinting at your arousal underneath.

What he wouldn't fucking give to make you feel that good. To watch as you came undone under his touch and begged for more.

Begged for him.

Adam whimpers and another trail of blood starts trickling down his knuckles.

He can't think like this.

He can't.

He has to stop.

He has to-

Your cry of pleasure catches him off guard. You toss your head back, squirming against the sheets, head back against the pillows with your pretty little mouth parted and-

He breaks.

His refusal. His denial. His stubbornness shatters into tiny pieces of glass-like shards as overwhelming lust takes over him.

You.

You.

All he wants right now is you.

He stops biting down on his hand and slowly guides it down the front of his chest, before slipping it into his jogger pants, past his boxer briefs.

His thumb brushes against the head of his penis.

There's a tiny bead of pre-cum already dribbling out.

He groans.

Shit.

What would you do to him if you were here? If you wanted him just as much as he wants you?

He imagines you standing in front of him now, in this same little outfit he's watching you wear in this video.

If he were to look up he could almost see it.

He could see you smiling down at him before slowly crawling into his lap, pushing aside his phone, before pressing your body flush against his.

It would be a tight fit. The both of you in this chair.

Your thighs would dig into his and he'd feel nothing but your heat against his. Molten lava against the inferno twisting inside of him.

But he wouldn't care because there's nothing in this world he wants more than the distance closed between you and your bodies.

Adam whimpers as his imagination takes over.

The sounds of him pumping his dick fades into the background as he imagines himself with you.

A ravenous beast finally set free.

He thinks of your hands buried in his hair while his own goes to squeeze your waist before sliding underneath the tight fabric of your underwear.

His fingers would dip in and out as you kissed him, pausing just shy of your arousal, something he picked up on that you liked from the video.

But when they got too close you'd pull them away and plant them at his sides.

Then you'd lean back and tug your underwear down, never breaking eye contact as you began to stroke yourself on top of him.

His legs spread wider and begin trembling as he imagines you putting on a private show just for him, right on top of him, but refusing to let him touch.

You'd tease yourself and your eyes would take on that dazed expression, your lips parted and a little swollen from your kiss.

Then, when you finally thought he'd been enough of a good boy you'd grab his hand and bring his fingers towards your-

Shit.

Adam gasps as he's thrust out of his imagination and back into reality.

A strange sensation overwhelms his body. Like he's being shocked but not quite and when he tips over the edge-

Adam cries out.

His hips buck as he cums for the first time, a sticky white fluid covering the hand that's currently wrapped around his dick.

His hand keeps moving as more of it comes pouring out, hot and slick.

When it finally stops, Adam sags against the chair, spent.

Tears stain his eyes and he's trembling all over.

What…

Did he just…

Do?